Maltratar Camp

Chapter 36 - Prince Manor once again

A/N: Did any of you wonder why Draco was at first not there but suddenly part of the crib? Well, I did when I reread the last few chapters. so, here is an explanation.
I now know how this story will end. The last chap is finished. It'll be a sad ending, but no more information for now!

"Where are we?" Millie asked, looking around. She had never been here before.

"Prince Manor," Seth answered. "It worked. I didn't expect it to."

"This was... incredible," Severus managed to say, stunned. "Using people as portkey... incredible..."

"I can't believe that just happened," Lucius blurbed out.

"And I can't believe that Dumbledore uses humans as crib figures!" Minerva exclaimed.

Everyone looked at Draco.

"Wow," he said.

"How did you come to be part of the crib?" Lucius asked.

"Well, dunno. I was in Diagon alley with Mother, and suddenly - I had lost Mother out of my eyes and wandered around a bit - held someone a cloth in front of my mouth. I must've lost unconsciousness, because the next thing I knew was that I was in a room with some other people - including you all - and that I couldn't move. Anyhow, who were these other two men?"

"Which men?" Severus and Lucius asked. From where they had stood they hadn't been able to see them.

"Voldemort's body and Grindelwald."

"Seth? How do you know?" Minerva questioned surprised.

"Grindelwald helped Millie and me. He sacrificed himself so that we could escape. He's dead now. He was before we escaped." Seth looked many people had lost their lives because of him. James and Lily Potter. Quirrel. And now Grindelwald. He wasn't worth it. Why did people keep trying to safe him?

Because they know that some day you will save the world, Seth.

And? I don't want them to die because I'm the chosen one, Millie. Too many already died, either because they saved me or because they helped trying to kill me. I can't do it anymore. The weight of their deaths is too much. I want to end it.

Seth, listen to me! Who is not us three - Draco, you and I - is going to kill Voldemort and save the world? Who?

I don't know, but I don't want to do it. All I want is to have a normal childhood and have my old friends from Maltratar Camp back.

You need to be strong, Seth. Please promise me to do it. without your help we won't be able to. Please, promise me.

Seth never promised. Before he could Narcissa Malfoy came out of the fireplace and embraced her son emotionally. Severus hugged Seth and Millie, like Minerva did. Everyone was happy, everyone except Seth. He still couldn't understand why people gave their lives for his. And then he thought about the prophecy. What said the last sentence?Ready to be celebrated, ready to save the world, and ready to give theirs for others. To give theirs for others. Did that mean that they died in the end? That they gave their lives so that others could live?

That night they all stayed at Prince Manor. Minerva and Narcissa had gone out in the afternoon to get food, and for dinner they had BBQ. It was a fun evening. They all joked about and laughed at each other. On top of all they had more fun than they had for the last year. Seth finally knew that he could have the best time in his life even if Stephen, Bruce and James weren't there. Lucius and Narcissa got to know their son's friends. Severus was glad that everything had turned out for the better.

Now nothing will go wrong anymore, he thought. But he didn't know how wrong he himself was. Soon everything would go wrong, although no-one knew it just yet. And even if they had, they'd ignored the fact and had fun like they had never before.

As the sky couldn't become darker anymore Severus and Lucius put on candles and lanterns. At around midnight Everyone went to bed, exhausted and tired, welcoming sleep.

The next morning Draco, Lucius and Narcissa went back to Malfoy Manor. Minerva brought Hermione back to her parents who had contacted the police after their "daughter" had disappeared. As Hermione asked them if she could spend some time with her real mum they said it was OK.

Seth stayed at Prince Manor with Severus, enjoying the peace and quiet. They explored the house together and found quiet a few secret passages, piles of rubbish and even some wooden boxes full of alcohol bottles which were between fifty and two hundred years old.

"We could get a fortune with these," Severus said, opening another wooden box. That was full of red wine bottles. He looked at the date. "1777! These ones are 215 years old!"

"Vodka, gin, cider," Seth said, putting some bottles out of a box. "Someone must've been in love with alcohol. "Tequila, whiskey and things like that, all seventy years old."

"Yeah. My ancestors from my mum's side were drunk half of the time, but that there were boxes full of expensieve alcohol is more than I imagined."

"Well, the next time we have a BBQ feast we know what to drink," Seth joked.

"Don't even think about opening these bottles!" his father threatened. "I don't want you to get drunk at the age of twelve!"

"We'll see about that." Seth jumped to the side as Severus came forward, trying to grab him playfully. They both crashed into a wooden box. Glass shattered.

"EW!" Seth exclaimed as he tasted some brandy. "That tastes disgusting!"

"Well, at least then I don't have to worry anymore that you'll get drunk."

"We'll see about that," Seth repeated, filling his hands with some of the alcohol that flooded the floor and threw it at his father, laughing.